100 Word Wednesday: Week 53
By Neel Anil Panicker
With baited breath, Nature awaited his next move.
Over three hours had elapsed since his arrival at Suicide Point.
An hour of procrastination later, he was now in the middle of the lake, its ever swirling waters reaching inching up his knees.
He looked down at the brackish waters and watched helplessly as the silhouette of mountain top peaks turned into ever darkening shadows, slowing ebbing away to their slow deaths, the tall cider tree branches that encircled them, following suit.
It was time to go, he said to himself.
Or, was it?
He decided to wait a little longer.
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